Obliteration by James S. Murray,Darren Wearmouth (Awakened #3)
English | 2020 | Sci – Fi | ePUB | 4.8 MB
James S. Murray is a writer, executive producer, and actor, best known as “Murr” on the hit television show Impractical Jokers on truTV and for his comedy troupe, the Tenderloins. He also served as the senior vice president of development for NorthSouth Productions for over a decade and is owner of Impractical Productions, Inc. Originally from Staten Island, he now lives in Manhattan. Awakened is his first novel.
Thanks to the heroics of former New York City Mayor Tom Cafferty and his team, the world is once again safe. The villainous Foundation for Human Advancement has been dismantled, the cities of the world are safe from nuclear annihilation, and Cafferty is now on a hunt to decimate every nest of creatures on the planet.
When Cafferty enters a nest underneath the Nevada desert, he is horrified to find it completely empty. It can only mean one thing: the battle for survival is not over. Across the planet, creatures are emerging from their subterranean homes. Now, the all-out war against humanity has begun—a war in which only one apex species will survive. Humankind has finally met its match.
Cafferty knows that only one man can help him stop the onslaught. A man who is despised by the world. A man who has already caused the death of millions. A man who is a sworn enemy hell-bent on taking Tom Cafferty down forever: Albert Van Ness.
Cafferty slowed his stride as he neared the breach in the tunnel—the point where the creatures burst through to the surface. He tensed, waiting for the first earsplitting shriek that would announce an attack.
The two robots had stopped in front of a pile of rubble. One blasted light along the distant shaft. The other angled its beam into the depths below.
His heart hammered against his chest. He gulped in a breath of the cloying air.
Everything going according to plan didn’t stop the butterflies in his gut.
Cafferty glanced over his shoulder. “Never gets any easier,” he said.
Munoz nodded. “They’re smart all right. But they can’t outsmart a blast of C-4.”
All the information retrieved from Van Ness’ organization told him that much. The creatures had a chilling knack of outthinking any tactics deployed against them, usually within weeks, in different locations, like they could communicate with each other on a global scale.
The robot’s light brightened the breach below, revealing a stadium-sized cavern right below the mineshaft. The creatures’ nest was massive. Hundreds of caves lined the walls in all directions, like ants might carve out of their tunnels. Debris from the creatures’ victims littered the ground on perches below: backpacks, bloodstained clothing, glimmering jewelry, a mangled TV camera, a shredded blue blanket.
But . . . no creatures.
A deathly silence filled the air.
Silence in a cavern usually meant the creatures were focusing their telekinetic powers in the shadows and were trying to drag people toward a terrible end, courtesy of razor-sharp teeth, claws, and tails. But none of Cafferty’s team members seemed affected in any way. Everything remained calm and still.
A minute passed. Nothing.
The cavern was empty of life.
This isn’t right.
“Where the hell are they?” Cafferty said to himself.
Munoz and Bowcut appeared by his side.
The tech expert peered downward. “What the hell, Tom?” he asked, confused. “They were here hours ago.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Bowcut added.
All three exchanged nervous glances.
The ground-penetrating radar had confirmed that this tunnel led directly to an enclosed nest. Cafferty reached into the side pocket of his cargo pants. He pulled out his methane-measuring device, which confirmed what he expected: the creatures could survive at this level of higher oxygen. They’d seen it before in Kentucky and Virginia. But those lairs had been full of the creatures, while the entire cavern before them remained empty, not a single shriek or lash of a tail.
Munoz gently elbowed him. “Tom, seriously, what the hell?”
“It doesn’t make sense. They can’t disappear into thin air.”
“Maybe it does,” Bowcut called from his side. She had advanced farther into the tunnel and angled her light toward a gap in the wall. “You better see this.”
Cafferty walked over. Her beam stabbed into an upward tunnel, not previously identified on any of their geophysical surveys. It stretched as far as the beam reached, extending to the southwest.